Poofs at one with nature...

Six poofs (me, stafford, kris, lucas, alan and mick) headed out for a weekend at stafford's cottage in Barrington Tops -- this weird altered-reality-like place. We frolicked in nature (fully clothed), played with wild animals and created one of the most majestic breakfast servings known to man. Seriously. I think it brought out the inner lumberjack within us all. tee hee.
We were the only people there under sixty (in addition to being the only homos). No crosses were burned and no stones were thrown (minus those we threw at the big mean black birds). But, good times were had by all.